Walt Whitman

Long, Too Long, O Land! - Poem by Walt Whitman

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LONG, too long, O land, Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn'd from joys and prosperity only; But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish--advancing, grappling with direst fate, and recoiling not; And now to conceive, and show to the world, what your children en-masse really are; (For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse really are?)